Particulars

whatever I know now
is less than I did 

as I’ve shed 
much of what I had thought

was universal
in favor of the particulars

of my skin and hers
in opposition

to hard things
that have been sold to us all

this was all I had ever needed
to get by

there has been such a sense
of wasted time

that of late
I can hardly bear up

and I do forever fear
it could still cut me down

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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